I look around,
days, nights, evenings…
different directions,
and all the possible ways…
I can’t see anyone.
And I say to myself,
‘it’s just one of those days’...
The brain is tireless,
Busy as a beaver.
It thinks, thinks and it thinks,
at its own wicked pace…
Tried to contain it,
to hide it and guide it.
But now it shows on my face…
To be or not to be,
to wait or to move ahead,
to see or not to see,
to submit or to break free…
Amazing....:)
ReplyDelete"It thinks, thinks and it thinks,
at its own wicked pace…"... so true...reflects u so very much..;-)
"to submit or to break free…".. loved this line..the Dilemma..well expressed..:)
Keep up..:)
I would like to say..i loved this one most ...this is so simply written reflecting the "truth".. :)
Supriya, this one actually means a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteYour comment made my day.
when I was writing it, made me realize yet again - life is about trade-offs.
Thanks again for your comment. :)
Nice Bro...Feel the same... :P
ReplyDeletekaafi heavy ho gayi bhai mere liye !!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the last 4 lines...
Cheers...
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